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Words of untold truth

Words of untold truth

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I will always be myself. Whether I like it or not, Broken into pieces or not, With the pain that suffocates me at times And the moment of peace before the storms That tries to keep me away From the spark of light that keeps me going in the darkness I am just me With the hate, love, pain, shame, anger and the little of compassion that I have for myself. This is the truth, That I hide from others, Because sometimes, just sometimes, Life throws you things that can't be told to the world, Things that tries to leave deep scars that cannot be described or talked about. Behind the smile and the image of an easy and perfect life, lies so many events and emotions that are kept hidden. The reason is that, if revealed to others would destroy the illusion of myself that I tried to create in hopes of loving myself. But here I hope to share the hurt, the pain, the joy, peace and love. The experience of life might be different for every human being but our emotions are the same. That's what connects us. This is the words of untold truth.
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I'm always searching for something worth staying for but I can't seem to find that until then please don't mind me because I'm just a traveler passing through. When I'm not satisfied or happy I'll leave and find a new path, so just let me say goodbye... Can I say goodbye? I wrote till my hands bruised and heart bled. I wrote and wrote in hopes that some day, somebody will understand my words and all the things I wish I could say... Each poem is a story. My story. Some are fictional but most of them are true. I know you're curious. From painful heart breaks to high school stories. A person dealing with mental illnesses, fears and abuse. Won't you like to know about the drama?

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